Fire in the Shadows

She walks beneath the weight of whispered lies,  

Her steps a dance through echoes dark and cold,  

With every stride, the remnants of her cries  

Ignite the night, their ashes turning gold.  

The sky holds secrets, painted deep in dread,  

Her heart, a beacon throbbing in the gloom,  

Retribution flickers, blazing in her head,  

Each breath a promise, birthing light from gloom.  

In blackened spaces, shadows coil and creep,  

Yet flames arise, reclaiming what was lost,  

She stirs the embers, waking dreams from sleep,  

No longer bound, she reckons with the cost.  

The darkness bows before her fierce desire,  

As she becomes the blaze that dares inspire.